“All of a sudden, I thought of this guy up in the sky who controls my life, kind of like Jiminy Cricket. He’s Native American, he has a loin cloth, a little tummy, braids, wears moccasins, and he has a devilish air about him.
I pictured him floating down from the sky, he was chewing bubble gum and suddenly it pops. He’s laughing, holding his tummy, tumbling down. That’s how I see him. Sometimes he leans over this way and whispers in my ear, “Ok let's go do that.” He creates situations for me to overcome and challenges that I encounter.
So here I am, a blind sculptor. And he’s just sitting there like “The Thinker” thinking about what can I do next to this guy? That’s how I pictured him.
His color is gunmetal black because that is the color I see. He has no eyes, because I’m blind, he’s blind.” – Michael Naranjo